A/N: She told me she was going to have people email me. I didn't believe her. I do now. Please Review!


Daniel was in the file room waiting for Darcy. He was lazily looking through files when he one caught his eye. It was recent, and labeled Avalon Holmes. He was about to open it when he heard somebody outside the room door. Daniel quickly slipped the file under the table where nobody would notice it.

"Hey." Darcy greeted him.

"Hi." Daniel answered.

She handed him a cup of coffee, "For you."

"Thanks, you ready?"

Darcy smiled, "I guess so." She went to the other side of the room, which was a relief to Daniel. When she turned around he picked up the file and hid it in his school backpack.

Once he was sure Darcy wouldn't see it he walked over to her and picked up a file by her.

"So, how are doing?" He said leaning against the table Darcy was looming over reading files.

"Great, actually got some sleep last night." She said, "How about you?"

"I got enough."

The girl just nodded understandingly. They both worked silently when Darcy broke the silence, "You said Lestrade is your uncle right?"

Daniel was a bit confused, but answered anyway, "Yeah, why do you ask?"

"No reason," she shrugged, "just wondering. From your Mom or Dad's side of the family?"

"Dad."

She nodded again.

"How about you and Mr. Holmes?" Daniel wanted to confirm that the file he saw was related to Darcy.

"My Mom, Avalon," Darcy said with a small smile, "she's Sherlock's older sister."

Daniel was about to answer when he noted Darcy's word choice. The file he had found with Darcy's parent's name on it had been an unsolved murder case. Yet Darcy had said 'she is.' Darcy either hadn't accepted her mother's death, or she wasn't really dead.

"Are you and your mother close?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah, we're more like sisters." Darcy laughed and Daniel let out a chuckle in response.

For the rest of the day, Daniel and Darcy made small talk, Darcy had told him what they were really looking for in the files and soon the were sitting on the floor with piles of separated files around them.

"Daniel." Darcy stopped chewing on the sandwich she had been eating.

"What's up?"

She handed him a file, "Look at this."

Daniel shot Darcy a confused look before reading the file, then he looked at his friend in surprise.

"Yeah," Darcy nodded in agreement, "Weird right? Look at this." She handed him another one.

"Did you find anymore?" Daniel asked. He was surprised at their newfound information.

Darcy shook her head, "No. Did you?"

Daniel skimmed his memory quickly then he remembered, "Yeah."

He ran over to a pile he had made and picked out the two that were similar.

Darcy's eyes skimmed through them. Then she looked up at her friend, "We need to get these to our uncle's now."

Sherlock was startled awake by his phone vibrating in his pocket. He had been finally getting some sleep and now he was annoyed.

"What is it?" The detective answered the device.

"Sherlock we found something," Darcy's voice informed him from the other side o he line, "Get down to Lestrade's office now."

"Fine." He mumbled before hanging up.

Once he had made it to the office he saw Darcy asleep with her head resting Daniel shoulder. Sherlock was about to wake up his niece when Lestrade stopped him.

"Don't Sherlock, they've spent all day looking through files for you. The least you can do is not wake them up. Besides," Lestrade continued handing Sherlock a pile of papers and files, "You want to look at these."

Sherlock read them then spoke, "These are the fathers of all the victims so far."

"Exactly, all killed the same way too. But there's something else Darcy and Daniel found, there all the same blood type."

"That's why their blood was drawn." Sherlock stated.

Lestrade answered, "Yeah that's what I'm thinking."

"Darcy and I will go through more medical records." A now awake Daniel spoke behind them. Darcy however, was still asleep.

"Or Darcy can alone." Sherlock said in reply, he was also slightly annoyed with Daniel for some reason, "Don't you have school tomorrow or something.

"No," the teenager seemed just as annoyed with Sherlock, "I've already kind of graduated. They don't really except me to show up. Besides I don't go to school around here."

Sherlock didn't answer, he just shook Darcy's shoulder, "Darce, get up. We're leaving."

Darcy woke up with a start and yawned. She said good night to everyone and walked out with Sherlock.

When they finally got to 221B, Sherlock saw how tired Darcy looked.

"Darcy, go get some sleep I'll see you in the morning."

His niece nodded, "Good night Sherlock."

"Night." He mumbled back, but she was already up to her room.